A very happy birthday
Pairing: Yesung/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1, 498
Summary: Yesung really likes forcing Kyuhyun into submission.
Author's note: The urge to write Yekyu hit me last night, and wasn't gone when I got back from school today, so naturally I just had to write it. Sort of for Kyuhyun's birthday.
“Have you any idea how good you look like this, Kyuhyun?”
Kyuhyun tried to keep back the whimper, wanting to appear as cool as possible as Yesung circled the bed he was on, even though his cock was aching and throbbing, and all he wanted to do was to get a hand on himself. Or Yesung's mouth for that matter.
But his hands were tied to the headboard and no matter how hard he tugged he couldn't get them free. Yesung stopped at the foot end of the bed, eyes dark and dilated, and Kyuhyun found himself shivering in anticipation.
“Well?”
He shook his head slightly, knowing that if he opened his mouth all that would come out was a moan. Yesung chuckled, moving his hand down to palm himself through his pants. His shirt was gone, leaving his upper body exposed to Kyuhyun's eyes, and Kyuhyun found himself wanting so much, wanting to touch and feel and taste all of Yesung.
Yesung wouldn't let him though. Very rarely did. There was something about pushing Kyuhyun down and taking him that appeased to the older man much more than letting Kyuhyun do such a thing to him, and while Kyuhyun liked to complain about it he never did when all got down to it.
Yesung finally unzipped his pants and pushed them down, kicking them out of the way before crawling into bed, spreading Kyuhyun's legs instead of waiting for him to do it himself and settling between them.
He ran his hand up Kyuhyun's leg, tracing invisible patterns up to his thigh and then past where he really wanted to be touched and across his hip. His fingers then moved in circles at the side of Kyuhyun's stomach, watching in amusement as Kyuhyun trembled at the touch on the sensitive area.
“Stop that.” Kyuhyun muttered, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, and Yesung surprisingly did. Instead he pinched Kyuhyun's nipple, causing the younger man to jerk slightly, eyes opening to look at him. “Yesung-“ he warned, but Yesung shook his head, giving him a stern gaze to make him stay silent, and continued before leaning down and flicking his tongue across it instead.
A soft sound escaped Kyuhyun before he could stop it, but he didn't really care, especially considering Yesung moved onto his side and his cock pressed against Kyuhyun's hip and Yesung shifted, grinding slow and rhythmically against him, and Kyuhyun couldn't supress the moan anymore. He tried to turn onto his side in order for him to grind back against Yesung, but his lover wouldn't let him, pushing him onto his back with a low growl.
“Don't move, Kyuhyun.”
Kyuhyun shifted, frowning a little and wanting to retort, but instead tried to get some friction of his own. It just wasn't possible, and he sent Yesung a pitiful look. However, Yesung was staring at his hair in contemplation, and Kyuhyun tilted his head. “What?”
“I wish you hadn't cut your hair.” Yesung said, thoughtfully running his hand through it, and Kyuhyun stared at him.
“What?” he said again in disbelief, and Yesung laughed, even though his voice was husky and slightly hoarse.
“Nevermind.”
Yesung finally moved, settling between his legs again and this time Kyuhyun was quick in parting them. Yesung smirked and what he was thinking was so easy to see on his face. “Slut.” he muttered for good measure, and Kyuhyun made a face at him.
“Shut up and fuck me already, hyung.” he complained, and Yesung chuckled. Their lips met in a kiss that started slow but got more urgent in a matter of seconds. Yesung stroked himself, drops of precum making it just that much easier, and Kyuhyun found himself unable to look away as their kiss broke.
“Do you want me, Kyuhyun-ah?” Yesung whispered, smile coy as he finally reached down to stroke Kyuhyun's cock, much to the pleasure of the younger who moaned and arched up into the touch. “Do you want me to suck you? Do you want me to take you deep and suck you dry? Or would you like me to fuck you until you scream...”
He trailed off, because Kyuhyun was nodding frantically to everything he was saying, obviously wanting everything and unable to decide just what he wanted the most. Yesung made that decision for him, reaching for the tube of lube lying conveniently within reach on the nightstand. He uncapped it, squeezing some into his hand and dropped it somewhere he didn't particularly care after recapping it, spreading Kyuhyun's legs further and then rubbed his fingers over his entrance.
Kyuhyun's entire body shivered and he jerked at the roped around his wrists again, but Yesung chuckled, knowing he wouldn't be able to pull his hands free. He pushed in a finger slowly, then a second and a third, moving them in and out and watching every shift in Kyuhyun's expression closely.
Kyuhyun winced a little, trying to relax to make it easier, but he didn't really need to. Yesung knew him too well, and soon enough those fingers pressed right against his prostate and he arched, moaning loud enough for it to be heard by whoever passed by outside as Yesung pressed his fingers relentlessly against that spot, rubbing against it, and Kyuhyun whimpered, gasping as he worked his hips, practically fucking himself on Yesung's fingers.
“Fuck, fuck, Yesung, fuck, please-” His orgasm was building fast and he got more desperate to feel that pleasure. However, Yesung pulled his fingers out just before and Kyuhyun was left gasping and panting, so close but not close enough, and he could do nothing to help himself.
“Jongwoon, you bastard, what are you doing?!” he cried, trying to kick him. Yesung however was searching for the lube again, fumbling around the bed for it and picking it up from where it laid near Kyuhyun's kicking leg. His fingers were shaking slightly as he uncapped it and drizzled some in his hand, throwing it onto the floor and not caring if it spilled as he covered his cock with it, stroking himself and moving closer.
Kyuhyun parted his legs on his own this time, lip red and slightly swollen because he kept biting it, hair muzzled and slightly matted with sweat as his eyes were on Yesung the whole time. Yesung groaned, gripping Kyuhyun's hips and pushing into him in short jabs, not wanting to hurt Kyuhyun no matter how much he just wanted to fuck him into next year.
“Yesung, please, stop stalling, just fuck me, I don't care.” Kyuhyun was slightly rambling, even though among the pleasure it hurt. Yesung slowly pulled out and then pushed back in, taking his time no matter what Kyuhyun said. He wanted to drag this out, glancing towards the clock before concentrating on Kyuhyun again, moving faster and faster, pulling almost completely out each time before pushing in as hard as he could.
Kyuhyun was moaning, gasping, unable to get out a word even if his mouth was forming them, his throat moving. Instead only aimless sounds escaped, the pleasure hiking again much like before. This doubled when Yesung gripped his cock and began to stroke him again, thumb pressing over the head before the tip of his index finger pressed against the bundle of nerves just below the head.
Kyuhyun threw his head back and cried out at how good it felt, body covered in a layer of sweat that shone slightly in the vague light the nightlamp made, hips rolling to meet each and every single one of Yesung's thrusts.
Yesung grunted slightly, reaching up and jerking at the ropes, freeing Kyuhyun's wrist before upping the pace even more.
Kyuhyun's hand flew to Yesung's back, nails leaving long red marks as he dragged them up over the skin and screamed as he came, fingers digging into Yesung's shoulder as the older man stroked him through it, dragging it out.
Kyuhyun gasped, panting as he fell back and let Yesung do whatever he wanted, which Yesung did gladly. He pulled Kyuhyun closer by the hips and drove into him, over and over until he came, Kyuhyun slowly loosening around him. He fell forwards with a deep moan, thrusting a second and third time to ride it off before pulling out and dropping down next to Kyuhyun, who was slowly getting back to his senses.
“Why do I let you do this to me?” Kyuhyun asked, raising his hands to look at his wrists that were ringing with bruises.
“I didn't tell you to pull on the rope,” Yesung replied patienly but breathlessly, grinning slightly at him. “Besides, you like it.”
Kyuhyun hummed slightly. “Can't deny that.”
Yesung chuckled, pulling him close and kissing his wrists before pressing his lips against Kyuhyun's cheek. He glanced over at the clock again and smiled in slight amusement.
“Happy birthday Kyuhyun.”
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1, 498
Summary: Yesung really likes forcing Kyuhyun into submission.
Author's note: The urge to write Yekyu hit me last night, and wasn't gone when I got back from school today, so naturally I just had to write it. Sort of for Kyuhyun's birthday.
“Have you any idea how good you look like this, Kyuhyun?”
Kyuhyun tried to keep back the whimper, wanting to appear as cool as possible as Yesung circled the bed he was on, even though his cock was aching and throbbing, and all he wanted to do was to get a hand on himself. Or Yesung's mouth for that matter.
But his hands were tied to the headboard and no matter how hard he tugged he couldn't get them free. Yesung stopped at the foot end of the bed, eyes dark and dilated, and Kyuhyun found himself shivering in anticipation.
“Well?”
He shook his head slightly, knowing that if he opened his mouth all that would come out was a moan. Yesung chuckled, moving his hand down to palm himself through his pants. His shirt was gone, leaving his upper body exposed to Kyuhyun's eyes, and Kyuhyun found himself wanting so much, wanting to touch and feel and taste all of Yesung.
Yesung wouldn't let him though. Very rarely did. There was something about pushing Kyuhyun down and taking him that appeased to the older man much more than letting Kyuhyun do such a thing to him, and while Kyuhyun liked to complain about it he never did when all got down to it.
Yesung finally unzipped his pants and pushed them down, kicking them out of the way before crawling into bed, spreading Kyuhyun's legs instead of waiting for him to do it himself and settling between them.
He ran his hand up Kyuhyun's leg, tracing invisible patterns up to his thigh and then past where he really wanted to be touched and across his hip. His fingers then moved in circles at the side of Kyuhyun's stomach, watching in amusement as Kyuhyun trembled at the touch on the sensitive area.
“Stop that.” Kyuhyun muttered, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, and Yesung surprisingly did. Instead he pinched Kyuhyun's nipple, causing the younger man to jerk slightly, eyes opening to look at him. “Yesung-“ he warned, but Yesung shook his head, giving him a stern gaze to make him stay silent, and continued before leaning down and flicking his tongue across it instead.
A soft sound escaped Kyuhyun before he could stop it, but he didn't really care, especially considering Yesung moved onto his side and his cock pressed against Kyuhyun's hip and Yesung shifted, grinding slow and rhythmically against him, and Kyuhyun couldn't supress the moan anymore. He tried to turn onto his side in order for him to grind back against Yesung, but his lover wouldn't let him, pushing him onto his back with a low growl.
“Don't move, Kyuhyun.”
Kyuhyun shifted, frowning a little and wanting to retort, but instead tried to get some friction of his own. It just wasn't possible, and he sent Yesung a pitiful look. However, Yesung was staring at his hair in contemplation, and Kyuhyun tilted his head. “What?”
“I wish you hadn't cut your hair.” Yesung said, thoughtfully running his hand through it, and Kyuhyun stared at him.
“What?” he said again in disbelief, and Yesung laughed, even though his voice was husky and slightly hoarse.
“Nevermind.”
Yesung finally moved, settling between his legs again and this time Kyuhyun was quick in parting them. Yesung smirked and what he was thinking was so easy to see on his face. “Slut.” he muttered for good measure, and Kyuhyun made a face at him.
“Shut up and fuck me already, hyung.” he complained, and Yesung chuckled. Their lips met in a kiss that started slow but got more urgent in a matter of seconds. Yesung stroked himself, drops of precum making it just that much easier, and Kyuhyun found himself unable to look away as their kiss broke.
“Do you want me, Kyuhyun-ah?” Yesung whispered, smile coy as he finally reached down to stroke Kyuhyun's cock, much to the pleasure of the younger who moaned and arched up into the touch. “Do you want me to suck you? Do you want me to take you deep and suck you dry? Or would you like me to fuck you until you scream...”
He trailed off, because Kyuhyun was nodding frantically to everything he was saying, obviously wanting everything and unable to decide just what he wanted the most. Yesung made that decision for him, reaching for the tube of lube lying conveniently within reach on the nightstand. He uncapped it, squeezing some into his hand and dropped it somewhere he didn't particularly care after recapping it, spreading Kyuhyun's legs further and then rubbed his fingers over his entrance.
Kyuhyun's entire body shivered and he jerked at the roped around his wrists again, but Yesung chuckled, knowing he wouldn't be able to pull his hands free. He pushed in a finger slowly, then a second and a third, moving them in and out and watching every shift in Kyuhyun's expression closely.
Kyuhyun winced a little, trying to relax to make it easier, but he didn't really need to. Yesung knew him too well, and soon enough those fingers pressed right against his prostate and he arched, moaning loud enough for it to be heard by whoever passed by outside as Yesung pressed his fingers relentlessly against that spot, rubbing against it, and Kyuhyun whimpered, gasping as he worked his hips, practically fucking himself on Yesung's fingers.
“Fuck, fuck, Yesung, fuck, please-” His orgasm was building fast and he got more desperate to feel that pleasure. However, Yesung pulled his fingers out just before and Kyuhyun was left gasping and panting, so close but not close enough, and he could do nothing to help himself.
“Jongwoon, you bastard, what are you doing?!” he cried, trying to kick him. Yesung however was searching for the lube again, fumbling around the bed for it and picking it up from where it laid near Kyuhyun's kicking leg. His fingers were shaking slightly as he uncapped it and drizzled some in his hand, throwing it onto the floor and not caring if it spilled as he covered his cock with it, stroking himself and moving closer.
Kyuhyun parted his legs on his own this time, lip red and slightly swollen because he kept biting it, hair muzzled and slightly matted with sweat as his eyes were on Yesung the whole time. Yesung groaned, gripping Kyuhyun's hips and pushing into him in short jabs, not wanting to hurt Kyuhyun no matter how much he just wanted to fuck him into next year.
“Yesung, please, stop stalling, just fuck me, I don't care.” Kyuhyun was slightly rambling, even though among the pleasure it hurt. Yesung slowly pulled out and then pushed back in, taking his time no matter what Kyuhyun said. He wanted to drag this out, glancing towards the clock before concentrating on Kyuhyun again, moving faster and faster, pulling almost completely out each time before pushing in as hard as he could.
Kyuhyun was moaning, gasping, unable to get out a word even if his mouth was forming them, his throat moving. Instead only aimless sounds escaped, the pleasure hiking again much like before. This doubled when Yesung gripped his cock and began to stroke him again, thumb pressing over the head before the tip of his index finger pressed against the bundle of nerves just below the head.
Kyuhyun threw his head back and cried out at how good it felt, body covered in a layer of sweat that shone slightly in the vague light the nightlamp made, hips rolling to meet each and every single one of Yesung's thrusts.
Yesung grunted slightly, reaching up and jerking at the ropes, freeing Kyuhyun's wrist before upping the pace even more.
Kyuhyun's hand flew to Yesung's back, nails leaving long red marks as he dragged them up over the skin and screamed as he came, fingers digging into Yesung's shoulder as the older man stroked him through it, dragging it out.
Kyuhyun gasped, panting as he fell back and let Yesung do whatever he wanted, which Yesung did gladly. He pulled Kyuhyun closer by the hips and drove into him, over and over until he came, Kyuhyun slowly loosening around him. He fell forwards with a deep moan, thrusting a second and third time to ride it off before pulling out and dropping down next to Kyuhyun, who was slowly getting back to his senses.
“Why do I let you do this to me?” Kyuhyun asked, raising his hands to look at his wrists that were ringing with bruises.
“I didn't tell you to pull on the rope,” Yesung replied patienly but breathlessly, grinning slightly at him. “Besides, you like it.”
Kyuhyun hummed slightly. “Can't deny that.”
Yesung chuckled, pulling him close and kissing his wrists before pressing his lips against Kyuhyun's cheek. He glanced over at the clock again and smiled in slight amusement.
“Happy birthday Kyuhyun.”